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Thirteen

Killian

Why do I feel glad that Malcom hasn’t been home since last night?

During dinner he told all of us that he had to take care of an emergency. He kissed his wife and Reign before glaring at me and leaving in a rush.

I don’t have to worry about him today or killing him.

But the only reason I’m here is because I have to kill him, it’s part of my duty.

It’s been almost a full week since I’ve been here, and I’ve maybe only attempted to kill him once.

So why can’t I fucking get it over with?

Maybe it’s because whenever I see Reign, I think about ways to see that annoying smile on her face.

Thinking about these kinds of things makes me feel guilty.

We haven’t hung out much since her grandma told us about picking up trash at the beach. The only time I “hangout” with her is when we’re training or when she’s talking to me about fucking flowers in the garden.

We text almost every night because she always needs to vent to her Star about her day. She rarely talks about me, the only time she does is when her Star wants to hear updates about the boy she’s trying to fix.

It’s amusing to me how she is texting Star about me, telling me all the details and what she thinks of me.

She wants to fix my broken heart that is damaged beyond repair. She has no clue how broken it is and what it takes to fix it.

Working out together is a nightmare because she comes in with tight clothes that show off her perfect waist, perfect legs, and perfect tits. It makes me want to wrap my hand around her throat again, shove her to the nearest wall, and show her what those clothes make me want to do to her.

But in reality, I’m trying to focus on training her, so she doesn’t get killed in the field.

I’m not a fuck boy or a player.

Yes, I think about sex like every regular guy but not to the point where I need it every day or week.

It’s been a while since I’ve been in bed with a girl because I’m too busy focusing on work, but I swear to God, every session with her makes me act like a teenage boy with hormonal issues.

My phone rings on the side table next to the bed. I grab it and feel my body tense when I see my dad’s name.

He hasn’t called since I landed in Bulgaria.

I sigh while answering the phone. “Dad.”

“You sound tired. What are you doing?” He says, not bothering to say hi.

“I’m in bed.”

“It’s almost noon over there, Killian. What are you still doing in bed?” I hear my mom ask from the other side of the phone.

She should be the one in bed and not worrying about me.

“I’m tired.”

“Not good enough,” my mom says, making me roll my eyes.

“What’s taking so long Killian?” my dad asks, not even caring about my health unlike my mom.

No, don’t expect Ace De Luca to do that.

He is all business.

“Malcolm hasn’t been home,” I lie.

If I told him the truth, of how I am constantly trying to find ways to see that stupid smile on her face, he’d probably yell at me and tell me to stop being pussy whipped.

“Not good enough. You can get him alone even when he isn’t in the house, stop acting stupid.”

He knows I’m not stupid.

If he thought I was he wouldn’t have sent me to kill Malcom.

“I’m not stupid. I’m not going to attack when I’m not even ready. Do you think if I would attack him at his office, where there is surveillance and security everywhere, that someone wouldn’t catch me? Get real.” I run my hand down my face, getting frustrated with this piece of shit I call a dad.

“Watch it. Just because you’re about to become capo, doesn’t mean you get to disrespect me,” my dad lectures.

It’s quiet on the line and I’m about to hang up before my mom cuts in. “How are things with the girl?”

“Fine. She doesn’t suspect anything.”

“She’s smart. I ran through her records and found that she was one of the top five in her classes. Be careful around her.”

I’m not worried.

Reign isn’t stupid. But her head is in the clouds most of the time.

She doesn’t worry about anything because in her world, there is nothing to worry about. No one will let the princess fall.

Reign is very different from me because in high school all I would do is smoke and sleep my way through. I knew I had another life ahead of me, so I wasn’t worried about my career.

I never wanted a career like regular people had. I knew I was meant for more than college, trade school, or a regular boring job.

Ever since my first kill, I knew that’s what I was meant for.

It’s just the rush and then adrenaline of a kill that makes me feel so powerful, like I can do anything and no one can stop me.

It almost makes me forget about the endings and what my life will look like soon.

“I know she is,” I agree with my dad.

“How are you holding up after the fire incident?” my mom asks.

My heart clenches at the reminder.

My caring mom, always reminding me of my health.

“I’m fine.”

“Is your-”

“I’m fine, mom. If I wasn’t I wouldn’t be here,” I snap without meaning to.

“Hey. Fix your tone when you’re speaking to your mom like that,” my dad yells from the other side of the phone.

“Baby, I’m just worried. I want to make sure you’re taking care of yourself,” my mom says softly.

And what about worrying about your own health issues?

You’re fucking dying, and I can’t save you.

Instead, I’m sent to another country to kill a guy your husband hates.

“I know, I’m sorry. But we already discussed this, and I don’t want to talk about it,” I explain, calmly this time. “How are you? Are you resting?”

“I’m okay, baby. You don’t need to worry about me,” my mom reassures me.

I don’t believe her though.

I know the end is near.

She’s growing weaker every day and there isn’t a damn thing I can do about it.

“I’ve got to go,” I say before hanging up and tossing my phone onto the end of the bed.

I get they care and worry.

But it would be easier if they didn’t sometimes.

My phone buzzes on the bed. I groan and grab my phone.

How can I make a person want to open up?

Oh Reign, you have no clue how bad I’m about to fuck you up.